[Hook: Kaos]

I can make you rich up

Of ya wildest dreams

The hol' nina, choppin niggas  

Necks off like NU teams

Now that he in this, he's the meanest

Suckin pro teena's on my penis

Come on baby I know you seen us



[Verse 1: Kemo]

Pacin back and forth, lookin out my peephole

And chasin to the porch, man where did that jeep go?

Man where did my peeps go? 3, 4

Niggas off in the bushes all in the mount to get my c-notes

All of em out to get lil' Kemo

But if they touch me, I'm comin back to get my shit like reef-o

Bully them hood cats like Deebo

spit darts, rip apart ya amphrum structure, when I touch ya

Diamond clustas, Trey in custa  

Princess cut berries like treasures, so heads I had to severe

Nigga it's whateva whateva, the way you die I choose

Channel 5 eye witness news, die when ya snooze

At the bottom, of the river, I deliver below zero temperature

Make ya shiver, make ya quiver, like a dope fiend

Pro teena's comin up out my penis, fill up arenas

Hang niggas like clothes straight out the cleaners

Accumulatin felony misdemeanors, I know you seen us....



[Kemo: talking]

That's how its goin down can you dig it?

Ay Kaos, let these muthafuckas know where we

Comin from derty



[Hook]



[Verse 2: Kemo]

SUCK DICK BITCH!

I'm from that Hol' nina type like rings on swoll fingas

Make Bond like James in Goldfinger

Smokin that shit that's so green-a

Saint souls, no hoes like Soul singas

Young niggas hella from the ghetto  

Playin niggas out like a cello, talkin ya bitch out of stilettos

Neva let go of my hood dreams

Constantly findin myself involved in these hood schemes

Went from servin hood fiends

(Ay derty that probably was a good thing)

Niggas with burnas don't concern ya, well I'ma make ya quick learners

Takin that drama to a bitch Kerna

Straight from pound then to a big sternum

Greedy for green, that's why shit turn us

And you gon learn from being soft spoken

We keep the law broken, I hear heart I bust yo jaw open

And Kurt Warner support Oakland, eyes open

Focus on you lil' tricks that fly them hoes in



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Kemo]

I, pick up a pen and pad

Pull up a chair and scribble shit to make you niggas mad

I fin'lly had it up to herre wit bitches

Problem is figurin which is, the right bitches

The bitch without three 6's

Goin against my mother's best wishes

Y'all niggas tryin to wash mine but ya sink is full of dirty dishes

Knockin me down from tryin to get my riches

You claim to be my homie yet you roll them ove-y oldie figures

Brain like a 40 Clover as I pick it

I'm comin up blank, when I think nigga in figures

I didn't die man, but still I'm capsizin

In the river, feel the water pressure swell up my liver

Try not to swallow nigga, hah ain't nuttin but air in esophagus

I do it to collide in my guts, to reach the top of the

Mississippi, pack my Pabala, who wit me?

Niggas we went from them blocks back down to 50's

Wearin jeans too big to fit me

Soon as I think I'm too big for the city, they'll send them feds to come and get me

I can make it simple right now, gun to my temple and "Pow"

That'd be the end of me, but I don't wanna get my enemy's the satisfaction

That's the only thing that keep me from blastin my spot up off the map and

That's why I'm rappin, I tell ya if it wasn't for this shit

My own be moanin and shit, cuz I'd be gone in a ditch

Alone in this bitch, we'd quit the microphone in this bitch

Soon as I hear my lic I'm gon be ownin this shit.......



[Talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos 3- Buck Bam Sham]

[1] Fuck these niggas dogg  

[2] Ay ay hit the track man

Cut the track off

[1] Fuck these bitch ass niggas dogg

I'm tellin you dogg!

[2] It's all to the goody nigga

[1] They can't fuck wit us derty!

[3] What nigga

[2] Niggas just don't know that's why  

It's Da Hol' 9

[1] DA HOL' 9 NIGGA!

[3] Bi-atch!

[2] NEXT TRACK DICK-FACE!